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Showing content with the highest reputation on 05/16/21 in Posts

  1. She died on Saturday. I was the last one to hold her. There is blood on my shirt from some of her last breaths. She cradled me in her arms the moment after I came into this world, and I realized that I was the last to carry her as she prepared to leave it. Before she was even taken from the house, through tears, I confessed that realization with my father, and he shared that as of late, he had been thinking of a line from one of his favorite songs by Jose Alfredo – “La vida empieza lorrando, y asi llorando acaba.” Roughly translated, life begins with crying, and so it ends with crying. Es la verdad. It came faster than we expected, and she was in distress near the end, but we did all we could, and when the fine men and women of AFD and Austin EMS arrived and got her breathing stabilized, her body could rest. And then, shortly thereafter, her soul joined it, and she was gone. Nothing but praise for the kindness and sensitivity shown by AFD and EMS. They were everything you would hope for. She passed away on a gurney, but they carefully brought her back inside, and laid her back on her bed. The entire crew stood solemnly with us in our grief. They bowed their heads and were silent. We were embraced by strangers in our loss, if but for a moment. But the moment mattered. After she was gone, and everyone had departed the scene, I went outside to talk to her friends, who had gathered. I told them of her passing, and their response was perfect in two parts: “She was a good woman . . . and a kick in the ass.” She was born in New Orleans spitting-distance from the Mississippi, met her life-long love on the north bank of the Rio Grande, and lived her life at points between, almost all along the Gulf Coast. She was a daughter of hurricane country, and she had a Category 5 personality to go with it. Her early years were so hard. Because people can be hard, and cruel. Her early family life was a nightmare. But that gave her a vision of what she wanted, a vision of a life with safety, security, and family. To the child, it was a dream that gave her hope. To the woman she became, it was a glorious reality. She gave me a home where I wanted for nothing, where I never feared for my safety or security. And she gave that freely to everyone who passed through her door. She was a second mother to so many of my friends. When I came along, my parents didn’t have a pot to piss in, living in a little apartment off of Woodway in Houston. But there they would sit, on the furniture they had bought from a motel close-out auction, reveling in the wealth that mattered, the wealth of their family, telling each other “somos millionarios.” And she believed it, because she had a family, a roof, and unconditional love to give and receive. That feeling remained her one true treasure. As I grew up, our home was a refuge, security, a warm embrace and mothering for my friends, and whoever else walked through our door. She was a mother to the world, and in turn, a grandmother to the world. When we began sharing the news of her death, we got tearful calls from Mexico, Argentina, Norway, and dozens of other places full of people she loved, and who loved her dearly in return. Even we had no idea of the breadth and depth of her reach. She was no delicate flower. The lung cancer that eventually got her came from a lifetime of a cigarette flapping between her lips as she told anyone who needed to hear it to kiss her ass. She was a child of Louisiana and Texas oilfield trash, and it still showed. She could pull off elegant, and she appreciated the finer things…..but she’d call you some shit that you can only imagine in your darkest dreams if you got on her bad side. She clocked the hell out of a snatch-and-grab robber in Buenos Aires as he tried to take my old man’s watch; she had a heavy wooden box in a shopping bag, swung it over her head to clock the guy on the top of his dome, at the same time that she took her cigarette and burned his arm. He sprinted back to his accomplice’s motorbike and GTFO of there. We are positive that when he returned to his lair with his amigos, they gave him a world of shit. There’s no good time to lose your mother. But in retrospect, I’m grateful for so many things. I’m grateful that we had gotten her onboarded to hospice just two days before she died, so her death was an at-home death under hospice care, which is much easier for all. I’m grateful that just over a month ago, before her health took its precipitous decline, I got a wild hair in my ass to have an oyster shucking and grilling session, followed immediately by a crawfish boil Oysters and crawfish were two of her favorite things. As we prepped dozens of oysters, I called her and my dad and told them to hustle on over (they were planning on the crawfish boil later, but I hadn’t told her about the oysters because I didn’t know how her strength would be). She got here lickety split. She stood next to us while we shucked and shot the bullshit, slurping fresh oysters as we handed them to her. Then she went in and sat down, where we brought her a half dozen grilled. She wasn’t eating a lot by this stage of her illness, but she ATE. Then she went home to rest a bit, and came back for crawfish. We sat at long tables, and she held court surrounded by joy and friendship. And as we told stories, she chipped in with a horrifically perfect, totally NSFW, pure-dee S. Texas off-color observation that had all of us howling, including @Pescado_Rojo and @Kyrie Eleison (pescado’s teen son just lowered his head and grinned). I was mildly mortified. They damn near pissed themselves. She was in her element. But one of the most important things was something Pescado just shared with me the other day – as he was leaving with his son that evening, my mom pulled him aside and told him “you’re raising a fine young man.” Which is true. She was so proud of all of my friends, and loved them as if they were her own kin. Because that’s how she rolled. So, I wake up for the first time in a world without my mother. As we all will someday, if the order of things stays as we would hope. And my father wakes up alone for the first time in over half a century. And we will move forward, with those who matter. My mother spun threads that stretched far and wide, and can never be cut. They can only be tied together into the tapestry in which we all live together. And those of us who knew her and were touched by her love, nurturing, and strength, can genuinely say “somos millionarios.” Soy millionario.
    55 points
  2. As an American Jew, I purposefully avoid this topic because I have been unable to put my feelings into words. This tweet thread is the closest I’ve seen anyone articulate how I’m feeling.
    22 points
  3. Of course it is. Cause if you think that we should not arm and fund an apartheid state that is systemically dehumanizing and terrorizing people in the occupied territories, that basically means you want to put Jews in gas chambers. This is what passes for intelligent thought in college station.
    12 points
  4. I wonder if, for some people, some things won't just snap back like normal. During the middle of this thing I said I couldn't wait to just go out and hit a bar like I used to. Now I can do exactly that, but now I prefer just drinking beer in the backyard. People are fucking annoying.
    11 points
  5. To a certain population, changing your opinion as more information becomes available makes you an idiot. Digging your feet in and never altering from your original position, regardless of new data, is definitely what real men do.
    9 points
  6. Kobe was a ridiculously great basketball player but the narrative around him, especially posthumously, has become horribly distorted. He was a terrible teammate, to the point where the Lakers, even being the most desirable destination franchise in the league, couldn't attract free agents because nobody wanted to play with him. He ran off Shaq which cost him how many titles? He took every dollar possible to kill their cap and kill their championship chances later in his career. He was a ballhog. He didn't play the game the right way. He fucking quit in a playoff game. Even in his final years when he couldn't bring it anymore he stifled the growth of their young players with his bullshit. He was the complete opposite of Tim Duncan when it came to sacrificing his own personal glory for the good of his teammates or franchise. To me, he was everything wrong with hero ball but yet he was so talented and driven that it covered it up for the most part. And all the while the Lakers fans couldn't gobble his cock enough. No matter what he did, they just lined up to fellate him. He could do nothing wrong. As great as he was, he could have been better were he not a selfish egomaniac. And one more thing... Rapist. Let's just pretend like that didn't happen. Again... great player, absurdly talented, crazy driven, but he never quite got it that the game wasn't just about him. With just an ounce of humility he could have been so much more. Jordan learned that lesson, Kobe never did.
    9 points
  7. 9 points
  8. David Ash goes to the eye doctor. The bottom line of the eye chart has the letters:C Z Y N Q S T A S Z.The Optometrist asks, "Can you read this?""Read it?" Ash replies, "He's on my team."
    8 points
  9. National football champions from Texas since 1939: Sam Houston Texas Texas A&M Commerce Texas State Texas A&I East Texas State Abilene Christian Angelo State Prairie View Texarkana JC Tyler JC Kilgore JC Navarro JC Blinn JC Mary Hardin-Baylor SMU (in a couple of polls)
    6 points
  10. As a Sam and Texas alum.... Fuck you aggy. Where is yours?
    6 points
  11. a quick scan of this thread and i'm homer melting back in to the hedge
    6 points
  12. 6 points
  13. There’s about 25-30 in CR all day, every day.
    6 points
  14. If you are vaccinated stop wearing a mask. Masks are to protect other people more than yourself. You put a permanent mask on with the vaccine. Wearing a mask when you are vaccinated is just as bad as not wearing one when nobody was vaccinated. The CDC guidance is that vaccinated people don't need to wear masks even indoors, outdoors or anywhere except sealed tubes filled with people that recirculate air basically. Are all of you now saying the CDC doesn't know what it's talking about? That's as stupid as when they said masks are mandatory saying they didn't know. If you are vaccinated you need to move on and leave people who are choosing not to vaccinate behind. I waited in line for 4 1/2 hours total to get my vaccine - don't give me a bunch of garbage about "I couldn't get an appointment" stop being fucking lazy and go get one. Friends of mine drove all over the state to get them the same day. There is currently a vaccine surplus stop lying about your "cancelled appointments" My kid hasn't worn a mask in public ever. Why the fuck is your kid within 6 feet of random strangers for more than 15 minutes? That's the amount of exposure that is recommended against. My wife is currently in Chicago, apparently it's the opposite of Florida, even with everyone vaccinated they are brainwashed into still wearing masks and a bunch of stupid non-fact based compliance.
    6 points
  15. Took the boy and en oyed last night's W. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk
    6 points
  16. Country style ribs need more love. Even though it’s just pork butt, it’s so much fucking better than a smoked pork butt. White bread and pickles are all you need. Season and smoke for 2 hours, braise in sauce, beer, and onion for another 90 minutes. Finish in the grill and brush with the braising liquid.
    6 points
  17. One to hold the bulb, one to spin him and one banging your mom
    6 points
  18. That hits close to home. Half the shit on our local nextdoor is coyote talk. So, about 15 years ago, we had bad fires in San Diego. At the time, the (now ex) wife was into horses, and we had a horse trailer. There are lots of horses in San Diego, and most people don't have trailers, so, for several days, I took time off of work, and evacuated horses from the various fires. One of the big, well-known tack and feed joints in Del Mar (Mary's) brought in a bunch of people, and acted as "dispatch" of sorts. A group of us would go to some stables in the path of the fire, load up horses, and take them to the evacuation center, Del Mar racetrack being the main one. After we made the drop, we'd call Mary's, and they would tell us where to go next. Anyway, often you didn't know shit about the horse that you picked up...name, owner, anything at all. The volunteers at Del Mar would take whatever info you had, stick the horse in a stall, and write the info on tape on the stall door. So, we made a drop at Del Mar, and the firefighters were gaining control, so there was no need for any further immediate evacuations. So, of course, we all cracked a cold one after what had been a pretty stressful several days. Anyway, I'm walking around the stalls at Del Mar drinking a beer, and checking out the horses. As I mentioned, the names (if known) were written on the stall doors on duct tape. So, I'm walking along with the wife, and she's feeding each horse a carrot. We're observing the names as we walk along. "Hey 'Blaze', how ya doin' boy, have a carrot". "Hey Smokey". "Hey Socks", and so on. Of course, the horses hear the next door neighbor crunching on a carrot, and they want one too, so their heads are all out of the stalls. Then we walk a stall with no horse head sticking out of it. Name on the door says "Emu". Hmm. That's a funny name for a horse, I think to myself as I stick my head in the stall, looking for a horse, and barely pull back in time to save the eye that was about to be pecked the fuck out. Fuck emus. Deal me the fuck out of anything to do with those assholes.
    5 points
  19. i mean, in populated areas of Asia (Tokyo, Hong Kong, etc.) most people wore masks every day before the pandemic was even a thing. masks help stop the spread of the common cold, ffs. i'm not wearing one anymore unless required by a business b/c i've had a personal, emotional thing about it for a year now. but if anybody wants to keep wearing them, who gives a fuck. maybe we'll vastly reduce flu deaths in this country. the horror! 🙄
    5 points
  20. Comfortably stupid. That's America.
    5 points
  21. Her hearing had been gone for awhile, but as of Friday night, her vision has left her. I thought she was sick as she wouldn't move, but it became obvious she couldn't see and was confused. She's too old to adapt. Still has a healthy appetite, does her business if I go carry out to the yard (she can't see well enough to safely navigate the deck), but it isn't fair to her. I'll schedule something for this week and give her a few days of love and raw steak before we say goodbye.
    5 points
  22. I’m sure there are some cases where dealers are “lacing” Xanax with fentanyl in the methods described above, but that’s not what’s happening with most of these pills. These are counterfeit pills coming from across the border. They’re being mass produced and made to look like Xanax, Oxycodone and other “downers”, but they’re Fentanyl and in most cases don’t even contain traces of the drugs that they look like. Fake Adderall are being made with meth too. https://www.google.com/amp/mynbc15.com/amp/news/nation-world/dea-fake-pills-from-mexico-flooding-the-black-market-08-13-2020 This recent Statesman article from just a few weeks ago (which was based on a press release), uses the word “laced” here. But what is being described again here is these counterfeit pills. https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.statesman.com/news/20200420/5-austin-overdose-deaths-possibly-tied-to-fentanyl-laced-pills-police-say%3ftemplate=ampart
    5 points
  23. Matt V being Matt V:
    5 points
  24. 2.75” of rain in four hours today with more on the way. Got some work done and relaxing by the river before nightfall. Got the whole joint to myself this weekend. Not too bad enjoying a wonderful slice of this state.
    5 points
  25. You're going to start installing drywall at the Las Colinas MacDonald's?
    5 points
  26. Almost made the call today. She rallied, but she's getting close. 16 years I've had her. Sweet as can be, but always seemed like she felt she didn't deserve the love she got. Lord only knows what she went through in the first year of her life. I can't be sad for her. She has had a good run. This may break Penny, though.
    5 points
  27. I never have and never will. Fuck conference pride.
    5 points
  28. Man fuck the big 12, fuck Tech, fuck TCU why the fuck are some of yall rooting for these motherfuckers?
    5 points
  29. I'm not sure you understood my post. Think of it this way. If the only people who don't get vaccinated are idiot non vaxxers, then I could give a fuck what happens to the lot of them. Prior to the vaccine, we had a large swath of the population who was vulnerable. And there was nothing we could do for them other than try to help keep them safe by being responsible citizens. Now, the only vulnerable people are those who choose to be. In short, fuck them.
    5 points
  30. What? The militant approach towards anti vaxxers is literally causing diseases to spread unecessarily because people are being fucking idiots. There's a really really good reason to give people shit for vaccine non compliance. There is only very few good reasons not to take the vaccine and none of them include "you shouldn't either because it will negatively effect me". It's like saying people that spout nonsense and misinformation are totally harmless and we should ignore them.
    5 points
  31. You go Travis County... ... 4.5% of 12-15 year olds got their first shot by the end of Saturday ... population 12 and older is over 59% first shots ... 65 and older is over 78% first shots. join the herd everyone, it's the easy way out of this thing! Both Texas and Travis Co are showing vaccination bumps now that 12-15 year olds are in the game...
    4 points
  32. Hoppe had a surgically placed assist on Schalke's 3rd goal and scores the 4th goal himself.
    4 points
  33. You know that commercial for some product intended to treat Peyronie's Disease (boner deformations) where the backdrop of the ad shows all of the different peppers and various phallus-shaped fruits and vegetables? The one where some somber and paternal-voiced older man asks "if you've got a bump or a bend that bothers you"? Doomlet has seen that commercial enough that he's now running around the house chanting "a BEND ora BUMP that BOTH-ERS YOU" over and over. We're trying not to acknowledge it in any way because feedback of any kind only emboldens him, but I'm having a really hard time not laughing at this performance. ~~~~~ And earlier today he said to me, "Hey dad - come over and check out this awesome bird poop!" The bird had obviously eaten some kind of large berry, if you're wondering.
    4 points
  34. I hope their asshole fans are enjoying these L’s.
    4 points
  35. We own 4 emus and I wouldn’t fight them either. A typical feeding goes something like this: 1. Note emus are across the pen, 100 yards away and looking in the opposite direction. Safe enough. 2. Quickly dart into pen and set down food dish so you can get out before they notice. 4. Raise up to realize you are surrounded by 4 emus less than a foot away from you in each direction. How did they get there? 5. Ouch! That fucker pecked the back of my ear! 6. Spin around and slap emu across the beak 7. Feel another peck from behind on your neck from another emu 8. Simultaneously get kicked in the balls by the first emu 9. Give up and lunge away from their food and out of the pen while they hiss at you 10. Give laughing wife an angry glare
    4 points
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